Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-11-11

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{ in what eulogistic way sllopsthic and
no e oathic doctors speak of each other,
and now ministers will sometimes put
ministers on that beautiful cooking in
strument which the English call s spit, an
iron roller with spikes on it, and turned
| by crank before hot fire, and then If
the minister being roasted cries out
against it, the men who are turning him
say: "Hush, brother! We are turning
this spit for the glory of God and the
good Of your soul, and you must be quiet
while we close the service with:
''B,est be the tie that binds
| Our hearts in Christian love-"
The earth is diametereo and cIrcum-
ferenced with discord, and the music that
was rendered at the laying of the worlds
cornerstone, when the morning stars
sang together, is not heard now; and
though here and there, from this and that
part of society, and from this and that
part Of the earth, there comes up thrill
ing solo of love, or 8 MARBLE of worship,
or sweet duet of patience, they are
drowned out by z discord that shakes the
earth.
Paul says: "The whole creation grosn-
eth," and while the nightingale, and the
woodlark, and the canary, and the plover
sometimes sing so sweetlY that their notes
have been written out in musical notation,
and it is found that the cuckoo sings in
the key of D, and that the cormorGnt is
a basso in the winged choir, yet sports
mems gun and the autumnsI blast often
leave them ruffled and bleeding, or dead
in meadow or forest. Paul was right, TOR
the groan in nature browns out the prfma-
donnas Of the sky.
Tartini, the great musical composer,
dreamed one night that he made q con-
tract with Satan, the latter to be ever in
the composers service. But one night
he handed to Satan q violin, on which
Disbolus played such sweet music that
the composer was awakened by the emo
ton and tried to reproduce the sounds,
and therefrom was written Tartini's most
famous piece, entitled the "DeVtl's Son.
ata," dream ingenious but faulty, for
eli melody descends from heaven, and
only discords ascend from hell All
hatreds, feuds, controversies, backbitings
and reVenges are the devils sonata, are
diabolic iugup, are demoniac phantasy,
are grand march Of doom, are allegro Of
perdition.
But if in this world things in general
are out Of tune to our frsil ear, how much
more SO to ears angelic and dei1lc. II
takes skilled artist fully to appreciate
disagreement of sound. Many have no
capacity to detect defect of musical ex-
ecution, and though there We're in one
bar IS many offenses against harmony as
could crowd in between the lover + Of
the bass and the higher 6 of the soprano,
it would give them no discomfort, while
on the forehead of the educated artist
beads of perspiratien would stand out as
8 result of the narrowing dissonance.
While an amateur was performing on q
piano and had Just struck the wrong
chord, John Sebastian Bach, the immOT-
tai composer, entered the room and the
amateur rose IN embarrassment and Bach
RUSHED PAST
the host, who stepped forward to greet
him, and before the keyboard had stopped
vibrating, put his sdroit hand upon the
keys ana changed the painful inharmony
into glorious cadence. Then Bach turned
anG gave salutation to the host who had
invited him.
But the worst of all discords is moral
discard II society aud the world are
painfully discordant to imperfect man,
what must they be to perfect God.
People try to define what sin is. Il
seems to ne that sin is getting out OF
harmony with God, disagreement with
His holiness, with His purity, with HIS
love, with His commands, our will clash
ing with His will, the finite dashing
against the Initiate, the frail against the
puissant, the created against the Creator.
II 9 thousand musicians, with fute and
cornet-a- piston, and trumpet, and vio-
lincello, and hautbOys, and trombone, and
all the wind and stringed instruments
that ever gathered in 8 Dusseldorf jubi-
lee should resolve that they should play
out of tune, and put concord to the rack,
and make the place wild with shriekipg,
and grating, and rasping sounds, they
could not make such pandemonium as
that which Tsges in sinful soul when
God listens to the play of its thoughts,
passions and emoti0ns-discord, lifelong
discord, maddening discord. The world
pays more for disCoTd than it does for
consonsnce. High prices have been
paid for music. One man geye 1925 to
hear the Swedish soDgstress il New York
and another 1925 to hear her in Boston,
sud another $3.50 to hear her in Provi-
deEce. Fabulous prices have been paid
for sweet sounds, but far more has been
paid for discord. The Crimexn war cost
| S.. 700 600 900, and our American civil
w@I over 50. 800, 000, COO, and the war
debts of protested Christian nations were
about SIS, 600, 600. GOO The world pays
for this red ticket, which admits it to the
saturualia of broken bones, and death
agonies, and destroyed cities, and
ploughed graves, and crushed hesris,
any amount Of money satan asks. Dis
cord! DisCord!
But have to tell you that the song that
the morning stars sang together, at the
laying OF the worlds cornerstone, is to
| be resumed sgain. Mozart'5 greatest
overture WAS composed one night when he
was several times Overpowered with
sleep, and artists say they can tell the
places in the music where he was falling
asleep and the places where he was aWak
ened. So the overture Of the morning stars,
spoken Of in my text, has been asleep,
but ii will awaken and be more grandly
rendered by the evening stars, OF the
worlds existence than by the morning
stars, and the vespers will be sWeeter
than the mathis. The work Of all good
men and women, and of all good
churches, and eli reform asso-
Citations is to bring the race
back to the original harmony. The
rebellious heart to be ar:uned, social life
to be attuned, commercial ethics to be
attuned, internationally to be attuned,
hemispheres to be attuned. But by what
force and in what way?
In olden time the choristers had tun-
ing fork with two prongs, and they would
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